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fire near the lake. Not too exciting. |
what DID i do? I think we just went bar-hopping. But then again, i had already drank at most of the bars we went to anyway. Being tall and having a girlfriend who was over 21 was an advantage. The only bar I had not been to that i recall storming with my 21st BD posse was the Claremont Lounge in Atlanta. A seedy strip joint under an old brownstone junkie hote. |
I don't remember what happened that weekend. I think that's when I got shitty. LS |
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i have no idea what i did on my 21st. |
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the drinking age in windsor was (is?) 19. we'd been crossing the border for many years to drink by the time my 21st bday rolled around. when it did, i was a junior at michigan state university. my birthday fell on the same day as the michigan vs. michigan state football game, played at spartan stadium that year. it was utter mayhem. after the game we went to the bar. people (presumably friends) bought me a lot of drinks and shots, but i don't recall who those people were. nor do i recall getting drunk. actually, all i remember of that year of my life is getting fatter and fatter and not understanding why or how, and sleeping 15 hours a day, and barely having energy to walk across campus to class, and not being able to concentrate on anything long enough to actually study. the doctors blamed it on me, a behavioral and/or psychological problem. it was, in retrospect, a very bad year. i wish i had known then what i know now. i wish i had the internet back then. |
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instead, i'll tell you about my 20th birthday. most of my friends were busy or out of town so i walked around town all day, looking for adventure. didn't find it. when i got home, i sat around and read for hours while my roommates giggled and shhhhed and came out of the kitchen at 1 am with a chocolate cake that they claimed was oatmeal. it was good oatmeal. * * * the next evening i donned a gorilla suit and hung out at a bar with a bunch of clowns. i wasn't supposed to take the head off so i stuck a straw through the nose and started a beer through that. the bar was billy ray's or something like that. i hung out at a bar on valentine's day too, with the rest of the bike parade, for maybe half an hour or so. they weren't carding. |
it 3-2 beer. |
At least everybody (who was waiting for me at home) waited until I got there (about 1AM) to say good night and happy birthday. The next day my boss said if he had known it was my birthday he would have bought me a drink. Whoopy. He should have arranged to have some one there earlier than five O'clock at night. We could drink beer and wine at eighteen in Maryland then. Remember they lowered the drinking age because they realized a kid could go into the army and die at eighteen but could not get a drink or vote until twenty one. At least they haven't taken away the right to vote at eighteen. Yet! |
LS |
I do remember once when I had just moved to Missouri, I was 18 and a smoker. We stopped to get gas at this little station in Pleasant Valley, and they insisted on 21 for smokes. Said it was a city thing. I had to ask my Dad (a nonsmoker) to go buy my smokes. He did, but I thought the whole thing was absolutely crazy. |